

Peace
Tracie
Moderators: deer of the dawn, Furls Fire
My father was a good man, who spent his life in service of others. He was born in 1922 in the backmost hills of West Virginia, in the hollers of Panther Creek in McDowell County. His father's first wife had died, and his mother was his father's second wife. That first marriage had three sons, and the second produced eight children, of whom my father was the second oldest. When my father was still young, his father died of tuberculosis and inflammation of his brain. All of the children had to drop out of school to work odd jobs and try to support the large family. A lot of the weight of that fell on him and his oldest full brother. One of the little ones actually died of hunger during the Depression. My father always felt partially responsible for that, and often dreamed of a child crying from hunger.On the day he died, my father was very weak, but when my sister went to visit him, he asked for a reading from the book of Matthew, and wanted to listen to some gospel music on the little CD player in his room. He then asked to see the pictures of all of his daughters and grandchildren, and smiled at them all, then went to sleep. The rehab center called her later and said he was passing, so she hurried out there, and when she came into the room he didn't say anything, but he clearly recognized her and gave her a smile, then he slipped into unconciousness and then slipped away. So he wasn't alone, which was my greatest fear for him. When he had cancer surgery a few years ago and I flew down for him, he was terrified of death. Apparently he had made peace with death and God and with himself, and was ready for it now. And the last act of his life was to smile.
The little town where he died was beautiful. It is called Westmoreland, TN, near the border with Kentucky, and in a very hilly area. It was sprinkling snow yesterday morning, and the drive there from my sister's house in Gallatin was lovely. There were rolling hills and horse farms, cliffs, creeks, and even a waterfall or two. It made me feel better to know that what he saw on his last journey would have pleased him so much, as he loved nature so.
Furls Fire wrote:Nothing can conquer the power of love!![]()
Furls Fire wrote:Nothing can conquer the power of love!![]()
Furls Fire wrote:Nothing can conquer the power of love!![]()
Furls Fire wrote:Nothing can conquer the power of love!![]()
Furls Fire wrote:Nothing can conquer the power of love!![]()
Furls Fire wrote:Nothing can conquer the power of love!![]()
Furls Fire wrote:Nothing can conquer the power of love!![]()
Furls Fire wrote:Nothing can conquer the power of love!![]()
Furls Fire wrote:Nothing can conquer the power of love!![]()
Furls Fire wrote:Nothing can conquer the power of love!![]()
Furls Fire wrote:Nothing can conquer the power of love!![]()
Fire, I didn't know you wrote comics!"Isn't it better to help out all people in need simply because they are in need? Because we can help?"
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I for one, really hope to be able to meet him in New Mexico.